I honestly don’t know where to start. I’ve written and re written this post over and over again. It’s difficult to put into words. I’m only 80 kilometres away from the finish point of Kanyakumari, the southern most point of India.

Now I have to stress, that after a hard days trekking across India the last thing I want to spend my time doing is watching any long formate educational documentaries, or brain taxing YouTube shows. Basically anything taxing on the brain.

As I was sat, hesitant and slightly apprehensive, in an apartment in Notting Hill, I knew I had to face my fears. I had read how many other people had overcome major challenges in their life by medicating with psychedelic medicines such as DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) and Ayahuasca.

So much time. So much bloody time to think, contemplate and give deep rooted reflection of life. I am constantly faced with the reality of living, and yet at the same time living the reality. Every cause and concern, thought and manifestation of why?

To say I underestimated pretty much everything about this ridiculous adventure I’m on, would be something of an understatement. The heat, the distance, the terrain and the toll it would take on me physically and mentally has far surpassed anything I could have ever possibly imagined.

The bio on my personal website sounds pretty impressive even if I do say so myself. Travel, wealth, properties and endless opportunities. Fast forward two years and alcohol, drugs and depression cost me everything and nearly my life. In light of Mental Health Awareness month, here is my story

Let me get straight to the point. I have spent many years in the City working with supposedly super confident alpha males. Money-driven self-obsessed maniacs, bullish arrogant and egotistical males. Each one trying to prove their worth in a fast-paced cutthroat environment.